Story To Tell - Ja Rule

Niggas, bitches 
Gather 'round 
I got a story to tell 
Hear this, hear this 
Get the whole world 

The Swatch bred 
Thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head 
Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard 
From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart 
His pops, bangin that shit in his arms, broken 
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside? 
His brother got murdered up North by milletas 
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon 
At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in 
Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold 
It ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel that 
Cuz God when you really need it, where the love at? 
That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat 
Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know 
This lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow 
His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets 
His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!' 
Finally this young thug turned pro 
Used to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foes 
Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep 
He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key 
Remember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E baby 
Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell 
Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz 
with a story to tell, uh-huh 

Listen up I got a story to tell 
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale 
Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real 
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed 

Listen up I got a story to tell 
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell 
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh 
Listen up I got a story to tell 

Listen up I got a story to tell 

*shot gun shoots* 

Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit 
We do 
Hustle hard from city to city 
>From state to state 
All my niggas 
Let me holla at y'all 

Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before 
Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a raw 
Show no love for loss since big eight be that lucky 
Number, we slammed eight of those in Kentucky 
Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds 
New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto 
Once you, lived in luxury, you can't leave it 
Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into divas 
Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz creepin 
Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop 
So keep your glock cocked, one in the head 
Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread 
The alibi be simply, we was in the Carribean 
With two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny 
>From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees 
Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese 
That's how a boy's life is supposed to be 
Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It 
Then down to D.C. where they, cock it pop it 
Listen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin 
Y'all niggaz can get it constant 
It ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th Ward 
And just to get to God, I'll go through hell 
And leave the world with a story to tell, heh 

Listen up I got a story to tell 
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale 
And you hoes know the game that we play is real 
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh 

Listen up I got a story to tell 
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell 
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail 
Listen up I got a story to tell 

Listen up I got a story to tell 

Listen up I got a story to tell...